"I--I'm afraid to," said Wuzzo, crawling out of the hollow log, and
Neddie, the boy bear also crawled out, saying:

"Hello, Uncle Wiggily!"

"How do you do, Neddie," spoke the bunny uncle. "How long has Wuzzo
been staying with you?"

"She just ran in my hollow log," said the little bear chap, "and her
tail, brushing against my nose, tickled me so that I sneezed and
awakened from my Winter sleep."

"Where have you been all night, since you ran away, Wuzzo?" asked
Uncle Wiggily.

"Well," answered the third little kitten. "After Fuzzo, Muzzo and I
soiled our mittens with cherry pie we all ran away."

"Yes, I know that part," spoke the bunny uncle. "It was not right to
do, but I have found the two other lost kitties. I couldn't find
you, though. Why was that?"

"Because I met Mother Goose," said Wuzzo, "and she asked me to go to
London to see the Queen. She took me through the air on the back of
her big gander, and we flew as quickly as you could have gone in
your airship."

"You went to London to see the Queen!" exclaimed Uncle Wiggily, in
surprise. "Well, well! What did you do there?"

"I frightened a little mouse under her chair, just as Mother Goose
wanted me to do," said Wuzzo. "Then the big gander flew with me to
these woods and went back to get Mother Goose, who stayed to talk
with the Queen. So here I am, but I don't know the way home."

"Oh, I'll take you home all right," said Uncle Wiggily. "But first
we must wash your mittens."

"Oh, I did that for her, in the log," said Neddie Stubtail,
laughing. "With my red tongue I licked off all the sweet
cherry-pie-juice, which I liked very much. So, now the mittens are
clean."

"Good!" cried the bunny uncle. "Now we will go to your mother,
Wuzzo. She will be glad to know that you frightened a little mouse
under the Queen's chair."

So Uncle Wiggily took the third little kitten home, and thus they
were all found. And if the cat on our roof doesn't jump down the
chimney, and scare the lemon pie so it turns into an apple dumpling,
I'll tell you next about Uncle Wiggily and the Jack horse.

CHAPTER XX

UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE JACK HORSE

"Well, where are you going to-day, Uncle Wiggily?" asked Nurse Jane
Fuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper, as she saw the rabbit gentleman
putting on his tall silk hat, and taking his red, white and blue
striped rheumatism crutch down off the mantel.

"I am going over to see Nannie and Billy Wagtail, the goat
chi